Disconnect The Dots
Lysergic Bliss
Will You Come And Fetch Me
My British Tour Diary
Rapture Rapes The Muses
Eros' Entropic Tundra
City Bird
Erroneous Escape Into Eric Eckles
Chrissie Kiss The Corpse
Your Magic Is Working
Climb The Ladder
How Lester Lost His Wife
Spike The Senses
Vegan In Furs
Photo Credits
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Come disconnect the dots with me poppet
Come disconnect the dots
Come disconnect the dots with me poppet
Come disconnect the dots
It's so beautiful
Our lunacy
It's so beautiful
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Wearing an olive drab but feeling somehow inside opalescent
Wonder how I'm managing to smile oh when I can't even pay my rent
Maybe it's because I've finally found my little tulip, my Norge dear
Funny how in spite of all my woes life can appear rosy and clear
And I'm dizzy from her kiss
so vertiginous lost in lysergic bliss
Love the way you wear your curly hair sanguine and spiraling, tied in a bun
Love the way it falls about your face mercurially gilded by the sun
If we were a pair of jigsaw puzzle pieces, we would connect so perfectly
Creating a still photo of a scene from the Phantom of Liberty
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* The Phantom Of Liberty is a film by Luis Bunuel. As with most surrealist art, it doesn't really have a “meaning” per se, and is more a collection of seemingly random vignettes.
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I was gazing in your eyes
seeing butterflies melting on the wall
Strangest thing I saw
clever little guys wonderful surprise
Will you come and fetch me girl from the brink?
I'm starting to kink and I'm too numb to think
If this nightmare can't be stopped
Go out and find me when I'm dropped
Onto a bale of hay looking the other way
from noncoms in machines squeezing tangerines
emitting horrid cries wonderful surprise
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On our trip to England I noticed something obscene
People still actually give a shit about the Queen
Though London girls aren't snobs at all and Brighton's lovely in the fall
Left alone to drive ourselves on the opposite side
Man it was a miracle that nobody died
Hanging out with Steven, Drew, Theo, Paul and Sorrel too
Eating at Welcome Breaks daily,
We danced in Leeds with Brit Pop Haley
Performing with the Apples and then crashing at the Wrights
Bitching because Steven booked us on such early flights
Always in a foggy haze, because we hadn't slept for days
Every single one of our London cabbies played
The most truly repellent techno music ever made
But they'll drop you without hesitation if you try changing the station
Up to our necks in crisps and litter
in the van we dubbed the Gary Glitter
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* London, Brighton and Leeds are three English cities. Check out the links and get smarter.
* Welcome Break is the name of a company that operates alongside the British Motorway System. The ideal place for gas, greasy fries and coffee.
* Brit Pop was Britain's main music scene from the early to the mid-90s. It spawned the Blur-Oasis rivalry, as a desperate attempt to (a) sell records, and (b) pretend those bands were as important as the Beatles and the Stones.
* There are so many Haleys around that it is pretty tricky to decide what this refers to. Obviously, the one that springs to mind is Bill Haley, who is considered to be the first popular musician to bring African American music to a white audience. It could also be a reference to the comet Halley (often mispronounced “Haley”), as the Britpop scene was both very shiny and utterly disposable, but there is a good chance it'll be back in 75 years.
* The Apples In Stereo is part of the nebulous (and incestuous) Elephant 6 Recording Company. But of Montreal's first tour of Britain was actually opening for Marshmallow Coast (yet another Elephant 6 band).
* Gary Glitter is a British glam rock singer. Even if he was incredibly successful in the early 70s, he will probably be reminded as a child abuser who was sentenced to jail in Britain and Thailand.
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You hit me so hard like a Wong Kar Wai beginning
I'm exploding in smiles my equilibrium is spinning
Rapture rapes the muses
but you don't notice till it's kissing you
Rapture rapes the muses
and the void that's left confuses
It's confusing
You keep me lit like antediluvian Troy
But one always reveres what ones bound to destroy
Gloomy Erebus is an anathema to me
All of them dancing like flames and the sad enmity
I wonder if I understand.
Am I too young to understand?
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* Wong Kar-Wai is a Chinese-born director from Hong Kong. His style is mainly non-linear, chaotic and spontaneous. His most famous movies include 2000's In The Mood For Love and 1997's Happy Together which was rewarded in the Best Director category in Cannes the same year.
* Troy now is a city in Turkey, but it lives on as the background of numerous Greek mythological tales, such as the Trojan War from Homer's Iliad.
* Erebus is one of the early Greek gods - he was the son of Khaos and represented the darkness, or, in later tales, the Underworld.
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Eros' Entropic Tundra
All I ever get is sad love
while watching all my friends find their happy love
I don't understand why I should be without love
All I ever get is sad love
always falling for the ones who feel nothing for me
Sometimes I think I should just forget about love
I was walking with my parents through St. Peter's park
When I saw a young couple with a child
They were all holding hands and smiling
They seemed very nice, seemed to have a nice life
All I ever get is sad love
feeling incomplete and below being loved
I don't know why it has been so hard to find love
All I ever get is sad love
the unrequited kind is all I have procured
And it was nothing at all
like what I've heard about love
Without love life has no great reward
leaving us damaged or feeling so bored
Devoid of memories nothing to record
Wishing the ones that we adore loved us more.
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* Even though there are a lot of St. Peter's Parks in the USA, I couldn't track down one in a location that would make sense in view of the lyrics.
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The octopus in your purse is cursing like an evil sailor
But remember the knife is worse for the editors of movie trailers
And if you want me to I'll help
It's all the same to me
Just tell me if you want me to
If you keep killing God in your eye
People will think you're really callous
But no matter how hard you try
You'll never be as weird as Uncle Alice
I'm not upset, just confused, and it's so tough
I can't relate to this world, I'm not bored enough
Watch out, the music will complete the change in you
To sing this song in Braille
You need to be haunted by glass freckles
And if your color treatment fails
Well, you can always talk to Erik Eckles
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Chrissy Kiss the Corpse
On a bus stop bench sat an ancient lady
It was clear she was dead, yeah, we all could agree
And that death had arrived quite unexpectedly
Because the poor wretch died with a book on her knee
Chrissy kiss the corpse
Chrissy kiss the corpse
David drew a mustache under her nose
Nick put a burning match between her toes
I put a cockroach in her pantyhose
Chrissy put on some lipstick and struck a dramatic pose
Chrissy kiss the corpse
Chrissy kiss the corpse
Chrissy's such a pretty lass
As benign as broken glass
No one in her family knows
The vile hobby that she chose
Some cops came by so we hid behind a tree
I peeked out and they noticed me
And said fondling the dead is a felony
But you got nothing to fear because we only came to see
Chrissy kiss the corpse
To see Chrissy kiss the corpse
Chrissy's such a pretty thing
Gentle as a scorpion sting
No one ever would suspect
That her mind's completely wrecked
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Baby, your magic is working
I lose control of myself whenever you are near me
I feel myself changing
From a guy too cynical for love
Into a blushing romantic
Oh, honey, I'd swim across the Atlantic
Just to be near to you
I'm hopping like a kangaroo
Baby, your magic is working
All of my friends think I'm mad
Because I talk of nothing but you, girl
How you've really changed me
For a guy thought too cynical for love
You've proven everyone wrong
Anywhere with you, girl, is where I belong
Everything is beautiful and you are the reason
Lately I've been so happy
Just holding you and gazing into your eyes
Like in a movie
You are a star
I mean, a starlet
Listen, the night we met I fell in love with you
Who'd have guessed, who'd have guessed?
I'm in love, I'm in love!
How you've really changed me
From a guy thought too cynical for love
Suddenly I feel as light as a butterfly
And wanting to give love another try
Everything is beautiful and you are the reason
Baby, your magic is working
My mirror's reflection is you
Looking coquet and smirking
Now your magic is working
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Climb the Ladder
When I'm caught in a net and I haven't a clue
All I've got to do is climb the ladder to you
Climb the ladder
When there are ghosts in my coat and everything is askew
All I've got to do is climb the ladder to you
Climb the ladder to you
All of these faces are crowding around me
With mouths open wide to devour
But they have no impact, no, I do not cower
Knowing I'm safe in your tower
When my pencil tip's broken and my brain is too
All I've got to do is climb the ladder to you
Climb the ladder
When I feel like an oar in a sunken canoe
All I've got to do is climb the ladder to you
Climb the ladder to you
All of these faces are crowding around me
Like grey paint caked on a flower
But they have no impact, no value, no power
Knowing I'm safe in your tower
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How Lester Lost His Wife
First there was the "Fable of the Bull"
Told by the picador
Then an Orwellian raping of a virgin apple core
An apple core, an apple core, an apple core, an apple core,
An apple
Next our minds were supping up the horrors
That our vicious master's whip
Was serving us in rituals nefariously hip
Wickedly hip, wickedly hip, wickedly hip, wickedly hip,
Wickedly
I had to don a disguise to see her slinking down
The snaking hallways to her chamber
But I wasn't prepared to encounter the vision
Of she and it engaged in defiling of the sacred
In an instant her face became so plaintive
And I watched as she transformed
Into the Black Amaranth
The next morning I espied
In a window, framed in brass
The story of her condemnation
Portrayed in the stained glass
In the stained glass, in the stained glass, in the stained glass
In the stained glass, in the stained glass
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Spike the Senses
Every second of every day I let me fancy play
And if the feeling strikes me
I deliquesce into the sky without waving goodbye
While contemplating a fractured pale cathedral wall
Death can't touch me at all
Let its rapacious fingers with venomous stingers try
I'd like to see it try
Try to find a way to spike the senses
Until everything goes white
I had a vision of vinyl spiders in a cage
And now I avoid the stage
Because though it was a trifle I still can't stifle
The fear that they might just reappear
Climbing, climbing, climbing, never falling
If it was up to me I'd freak the clouds
Let them fall and grip to the sea
I think the chemicals have done
Some evil thing to me
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I used to think it black while at my country seat
Now I'm peaking in so many ways, the gloom is in retreat
Yes, the dark epoch is over, I've found my Efeblum
Then passed Ernst's mausoleum defended by a rook
Who shot a look so virulent it pierced me like a hook
The palaver of Solipsists exploding in my skull
Yeah, and we both despise all of the academic swine
Who made the author of "Discus Ulysses" benign
So what if Wednesday finds us
Wearing rabies parachutes
Foaming like the melodies of sea foam fairy flutes?
The atmosphere is viscous, we're sticking to the brine
When the lanterns fill with finches
So begins the brawl
Because their brains are like porcupines
And mine's a paper ball
I know they don't understand, they don't get us at all
Their moss mangles polyanthus
And mine's a paper ball
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* An Efeblum is, in Kevin's words, "is a fairy-like creature who is employed by the Efeneties (loving spirits) to place bells inside people's hearts. When a person has a bell in their heart they are able to create works of art, fall in love and feel at peace with the world." The Efeblum made its first appearance in "Coquelicot Asleep in the Poppies: A Variety of Whimsical Verse."
* Though Ernst is a surprisingly very common name, the Booty Patrol assumes that this is about Max Ernst. He was a surrealist German Artist (capital A, he was a sculptor and a painter and a poet). He doesn't have a mausoleum per sé, but his ashes are in le Cimetière du Père Lachaise, in Paris.
* Possibly a fictional book, or "Discuss Ulysses" as a literary subject.
* A polyanthus is a sort of primrose.
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